Dearest Lassal we are so sorry to hear this. Hunter was such a lovely dog, so full of character., so adorable. I remember missing the clack clack of feet on the floor. It is such early days, be gentle to yourself. Thinking of you xx
Dear Karen, I'm so glad you still got to see him when you visited us. I would have loved to have met your little Charlie as well. I know you went through all of this not too long ago. I don't know how you managed. Seriously. I don't know how I'm going to manage, either. 💔
Oh, Friend Kathrin, thank you so much for your words. I hope Hunter hears you. I really do. Thinking of you and your little Buster. Yes... soooooooo many emotions. Too many. All over the place. 💔
Oh, Friend Carol, thank you for these beautiful words. In my mind, I do see him running and chasing the waves on his "long beach". That is where he's always been happiest. Shiny doggie eyes, giddy excitement. Filled with life. 💔
Thank you so much for your words and thoughts and time.
I do wish he could have lived forever. Unreasonable as it is. Egoistical as it sounds. I really do wish he could have stayed with us – while staying healthy and fit and happy. 💔
Oh no! I'm so sorry, Lassal. I know there is no comfort right now. He is gone and there is just a big empty. I don't know what to say...there is nothing that will help. Beautiful and warm memories will help later. Each time they will be less sad and more comforting. But for now know he was loved and will be missed by many as we loved him too.❤❤❤
Thank you for your sweet words, Friend Lisa. You are so right: at the moment, EVERYTHING hurts. EVERYTHING reminds me of him and opens the wound. EVERYTHING makes me cry. I've been washing his little things to put them in his little travel suitcase, and I'm still only halfway through because I keep having to pause.
One day, I hope, it will be easier. Right now, though, that day seems to be far away.
Hi Lassal - like so many others, I am sorry to hear of Hunter’s passing. I like to think that Hunter & English Granddaddy are walking together in the Heavens, wearing Flat Caps and spotting “Good” Sticks, maybe there is a steam train too? He will be missed by everyone who ever met him & all those who read about his Special Adventures. Everyday was an adventure & sometimes there were croissants too! Take care & love The English Hamburger Sharing Auntie.
Don't forget to tell The Crows - they need to know where their friend has gone - but they are Crows so they alreay know! Big Hugs & love from all the Family in England.
We are experts in home-made vocabulary. Our phone settings are set to English but sometimes we message in German, and that never translates well. Especially not if Siri gets into the mix.
You can only top the fun by setting your nav to English and having it "interpret" the German street names. It's hilarious that every "Straße" turns into "stress" – and the rest becomes garbled gibberish. We often end up in tears from laughing so hard.
In the end, you might not understand enough to actually get where you want to go, but you'll definitely have a good time not getting there.
Oh yeah Jo, those two are probably having a blast together. Hunter went to see the steam trains when he was little. He quite enjoyed it. All my memories are intertwined with that little guy. I can't look anywhere or at anything without him being present in some way. Especially because he always had his doggie opinion (and stood by it!)—which is why I started to draw Hunterman in the first place.
Flynn, meanwhile, is sitting next to my keyboard and looking completely lost. Poor little guy.
And yes, the crows noticed that he hasn't been on his walkies. They are knocking on the window wondering what's going on.
So many humans are afraid of crows but they've been nothing but fun and helpful.
Did I tell you that this last summer they came up with "crow-surfing"? Maybe I should call it dog-surfing. As soon as the little ones noticed that they didn't need to be afraid of Hunter, they came up with a crow quest: whoever manages to sneak up behind the dog and pull his tail, wins. Later they upgraded that game to surfing on Hunter's back. Kids. Seriously, kids are kids, no matter the species. And parents roll their eyes (also no matter the species). And Hunter played along. Which is why they loved him.
Two crows are at the window as we "speak". Too bad we cannot yet post pictures in the comments. I posted something into the Notes section—actually in response to Karen.
To say I’m shocked is an understatement. I had a good cry. Hunter will be so missed and he was so loved. Writing this is making me cry again. My thoughts and prayers are with you and Tony-human (sorry, can’t think of him any other way).
I'm crying as well... These beautiful comments here are very tough to read and answer. At the same time, though, they are sooooooooooooo helpful! Somehow it does help to notice that someone you loved so deeply was also loved by others. It's weird, but it does help. And so I do thank you very, very much for crying with me. It might sound strange, but it means a lot.
It makes total sense. It’s not only you (of course he was YOUR doggy and a special one at that) but everyone else could see his charisma as well. And knowing that many people are missing him is somehow… keeping part of him alive? There are still sparks of him around which he most certainly in terrier style lefts behind on purpose. For you. And a tiny bit for us
I tried to draw a Hunterman Christmas card today. A few weeks ago, Hunter and I sat at the river in a little sunny spot and came up with a stack of ideas. I just had not gotten around to draw them. And today I did not manage. Normally, he'd be sitting right next to me, watching me work. I'm still too emotional. Will need to pause for a few weeks, I'm afraid.
Happy hunting, little fella, over the rainbow. Please say Hi to my TeddyBear (he's a little red-brown poodle), your size. Keep on going, Lasal and Tony-human. they all live on forever in our hearts. We all had good times together. This makes me think also of our Pascal, Goldy, Squire. Their lives so much fun but too short compared to ours.
Thank you for these beautiful words, Friend Lizzy. I still don't know really what to say. I still cannot pick up a pen and draw him. But I can look at pictures again. And that helps. I do hope our little fellas are having a good time together. No more sicknesses and age tearing at them.
Thanks again for being a friend at these times, Friend Lizzy.
Thank you, Friend Lisa. I'm struggling quite a bit—it's a rollercoaster. Even reading your comment and writing this, I cannot help but cry. At the same time, I'm missing my Monday Wees. So, I'm already planning the next drops. The drawing bit is the part where crying isn't very helpful. ❤️❤️❤️
Flynn is sitting here next to me, looking a bit … deflated.
I wish I could help make it better, but we both know it doesn't work that way. I'm here--we are all here--if you need anything. And we will still be here when you are ready...
Oh dear Lassal. I am so very sorry. You know how much I loved my Little Hunterman. My heart is broken. All of you meant so much to me. You helped me through some of the hardest times in my life.
I’m struggling a little with Cricket right now. She will be 17 in a few months and she has really slowed down. We are doing our best to keep her comfortable. I always told her Hunter was her faraway boyfriend.
Thank you for all that you have done to brighten our lives. We love and miss all of you.
My love and condolences to you and Tony and Flynn as well.
I will always love my Little Hunterman.
I’m sorry I missed this. I’ve been going through some difficulties in my own life and haven’t been on here at all.
Dear Friend Nancy, thank you so much for your thoughts and words.
Thinking of Cricket now, Hunter's comrade since forever, really. I am so terribly sorry to read that she's not doing well. How lucky she is to have you at her side. They were both so young when we found each other, remember? Pen-wee-friends since forever.
Thank you for your love. I'm sure Hunter is very much aware of it. I know I am. ❤️
Sending you strength.
I postponed restarting this Substack until March.
Will check on how to refund everyone who is kind enough to be a paying subscriber for the time I took off. Will check on what options there are.
Mir fehlen die Worte. Fühlt euch gedrückt.
Danke. Wir sind alle völlig fertig.
Oh, Lassal. I’m so sorry. My heart is breaking for you.
Thank you, Friend Susan. These are really, really, really difficult times …
Safe journey to the little Hunterman, we will all meet in the next life. Our lives are so short compared to theirs, so we lavish them in love 💔
Oh, Friend Ann … I'm soooooooooooo in pieces……………………………
I understand. I have been in your shoes, and will be there again. The joy and love of a dog in the family far outweighs the sorrow of them leaving.
But not this week, this week we mourn the loss of our small friend. But soon, you'll remember him and smile, golden memories ♥️xx
I still see him everywhere. Hear his little paws, always right behind me. His morning yawn, while we carried him downstairs for morning walkies…
Today, I have cried for your Hunter, he touched so many hearts 💔
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Dearest Lassal we are so sorry to hear this. Hunter was such a lovely dog, so full of character., so adorable. I remember missing the clack clack of feet on the floor. It is such early days, be gentle to yourself. Thinking of you xx
Dear Karen, I'm so glad you still got to see him when you visited us. I would have loved to have met your little Charlie as well. I know you went through all of this not too long ago. I don't know how you managed. Seriously. I don't know how I'm going to manage, either. 💔
Thinking of you as well… Hugs to all of you.
I am so sorry for your loss. I am feeling with you very deeply. I always felt bonded due to our Buster - and I was fearing this very moment…
Hunterman, as soon as you’ve slept a good few hours after your travel send your humans a sign (or more) and keep an eye on them.
Greeting to my Buster…
Lassal, Tony… feel yourself embraced in a big, big bear hug and lots of strength for the coming time. So many emotions just now. xxx
Oh, Friend Kathrin, thank you so much for your words. I hope Hunter hears you. I really do. Thinking of you and your little Buster. Yes... soooooooo many emotions. Too many. All over the place. 💔
Thank you for the bear hug. I needed it.
Much love.
I don't know the author of this, but it speaks to my heart.
I Made it Home
I just wanted to let you know that I made it Home.
Everything is so pretty here, so white, so fresh, so new. I wish that you could close your eyes so you could see it too.
Please try not to be sad for me. Try to understand. God is taking care of me ... I'm in the shelter of His hands.
Here there is no sadness, no sorrow and no pain. There there is no crying, and I'll never hurt again.
Here it is so peaceful, when all the angels sing. I really need to go now ... I've just got to try my wings.
PS ... I'll be the first face you see when you get here!
Oh, Friend Carol, thank you for these beautiful words. In my mind, I do see him running and chasing the waves on his "long beach". That is where he's always been happiest. Shiny doggie eyes, giddy excitement. Filled with life. 💔
Thank you so much for your words and thoughts and time.
Why’d you go?😭😭😭💖🙏🏾🙏🏾
I do wish he could have lived forever. Unreasonable as it is. Egoistical as it sounds. I really do wish he could have stayed with us – while staying healthy and fit and happy. 💔
Thank you for your kindness, Friend Robin.
Oh no! I'm so sorry, Lassal. I know there is no comfort right now. He is gone and there is just a big empty. I don't know what to say...there is nothing that will help. Beautiful and warm memories will help later. Each time they will be less sad and more comforting. But for now know he was loved and will be missed by many as we loved him too.❤❤❤
Thank you for your sweet words, Friend Lisa. You are so right: at the moment, EVERYTHING hurts. EVERYTHING reminds me of him and opens the wound. EVERYTHING makes me cry. I've been washing his little things to put them in his little travel suitcase, and I'm still only halfway through because I keep having to pause.
One day, I hope, it will be easier. Right now, though, that day seems to be far away.
❤
Hi Lassal - like so many others, I am sorry to hear of Hunter’s passing. I like to think that Hunter & English Granddaddy are walking together in the Heavens, wearing Flat Caps and spotting “Good” Sticks, maybe there is a steam train too? He will be missed by everyone who ever met him & all those who read about his Special Adventures. Everyday was an adventure & sometimes there were croissants too! Take care & love The English Hamburger Sharing Auntie.
Don't forget to tell The Crows - they need to know where their friend has gone - but they are Crows so they alreay know! Big Hugs & love from all the Family in England.
Sorry that is "already" & not what a new word I have made up!
Thank you, Jo.
We are experts in home-made vocabulary. Our phone settings are set to English but sometimes we message in German, and that never translates well. Especially not if Siri gets into the mix.
You can only top the fun by setting your nav to English and having it "interpret" the German street names. It's hilarious that every "Straße" turns into "stress" – and the rest becomes garbled gibberish. We often end up in tears from laughing so hard.
In the end, you might not understand enough to actually get where you want to go, but you'll definitely have a good time not getting there.
Oh yeah Jo, those two are probably having a blast together. Hunter went to see the steam trains when he was little. He quite enjoyed it. All my memories are intertwined with that little guy. I can't look anywhere or at anything without him being present in some way. Especially because he always had his doggie opinion (and stood by it!)—which is why I started to draw Hunterman in the first place.
Flynn, meanwhile, is sitting next to my keyboard and looking completely lost. Poor little guy.
And yes, the crows noticed that he hasn't been on his walkies. They are knocking on the window wondering what's going on.
So many humans are afraid of crows but they've been nothing but fun and helpful.
Did I tell you that this last summer they came up with "crow-surfing"? Maybe I should call it dog-surfing. As soon as the little ones noticed that they didn't need to be afraid of Hunter, they came up with a crow quest: whoever manages to sneak up behind the dog and pull his tail, wins. Later they upgraded that game to surfing on Hunter's back. Kids. Seriously, kids are kids, no matter the species. And parents roll their eyes (also no matter the species). And Hunter played along. Which is why they loved him.
Two crows are at the window as we "speak". Too bad we cannot yet post pictures in the comments. I posted something into the Notes section—actually in response to Karen.
To say I’m shocked is an understatement. I had a good cry. Hunter will be so missed and he was so loved. Writing this is making me cry again. My thoughts and prayers are with you and Tony-human (sorry, can’t think of him any other way).
I'm crying as well... These beautiful comments here are very tough to read and answer. At the same time, though, they are sooooooooooooo helpful! Somehow it does help to notice that someone you loved so deeply was also loved by others. It's weird, but it does help. And so I do thank you very, very much for crying with me. It might sound strange, but it means a lot.
It makes total sense. It’s not only you (of course he was YOUR doggy and a special one at that) but everyone else could see his charisma as well. And knowing that many people are missing him is somehow… keeping part of him alive? There are still sparks of him around which he most certainly in terrier style lefts behind on purpose. For you. And a tiny bit for us
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
I still have tons of stories and sketches...
I tried to draw a Hunterman Christmas card today. A few weeks ago, Hunter and I sat at the river in a little sunny spot and came up with a stack of ideas. I just had not gotten around to draw them. And today I did not manage. Normally, he'd be sitting right next to me, watching me work. I'm still too emotional. Will need to pause for a few weeks, I'm afraid.
Happy hunting, little fella, over the rainbow. Please say Hi to my TeddyBear (he's a little red-brown poodle), your size. Keep on going, Lasal and Tony-human. they all live on forever in our hearts. We all had good times together. This makes me think also of our Pascal, Goldy, Squire. Their lives so much fun but too short compared to ours.
Love and hugs Liz, Espreso, Cooper and Zoecat.
Thank you for these beautiful words, Friend Lizzy. I still don't know really what to say. I still cannot pick up a pen and draw him. But I can look at pictures again. And that helps. I do hope our little fellas are having a good time together. No more sicknesses and age tearing at them.
Thanks again for being a friend at these times, Friend Lizzy.
Lassal, how are you doing? Just wanted to let you know that I think of you (and Hunter) often....hugs❤️
Thank you, Friend Lisa. I'm struggling quite a bit—it's a rollercoaster. Even reading your comment and writing this, I cannot help but cry. At the same time, I'm missing my Monday Wees. So, I'm already planning the next drops. The drawing bit is the part where crying isn't very helpful. ❤️❤️❤️
Flynn is sitting here next to me, looking a bit … deflated.
I wish I could help make it better, but we both know it doesn't work that way. I'm here--we are all here--if you need anything. And we will still be here when you are ready...
❤️
Oh dear Lassal. I am so very sorry. You know how much I loved my Little Hunterman. My heart is broken. All of you meant so much to me. You helped me through some of the hardest times in my life.
I’m struggling a little with Cricket right now. She will be 17 in a few months and she has really slowed down. We are doing our best to keep her comfortable. I always told her Hunter was her faraway boyfriend.
Thank you for all that you have done to brighten our lives. We love and miss all of you.
My love and condolences to you and Tony and Flynn as well.
I will always love my Little Hunterman.
I’m sorry I missed this. I’ve been going through some difficulties in my own life and haven’t been on here at all.
❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐥❤️
Dear Friend Nancy, thank you so much for your thoughts and words.
Thinking of Cricket now, Hunter's comrade since forever, really. I am so terribly sorry to read that she's not doing well. How lucky she is to have you at her side. They were both so young when we found each other, remember? Pen-wee-friends since forever.
Thank you for your love. I'm sure Hunter is very much aware of it. I know I am. ❤️
Sending you strength.
I postponed restarting this Substack until March.
Will check on how to refund everyone who is kind enough to be a paying subscriber for the time I took off. Will check on what options there are.